Started on 22 Mar 201710 poems
from the mountain ledge
one sees a golden ball
setting in the distance
a myriad of colours
splattering of rain
can’t get warm indoors
a breeze seeps in through a secret
May Bank Holiday
Warm but not sunny
The sky a tone of industrial grey
Time slows down
The mind quietens
The rush of the day
The apple pond sits at the bottom of a field
circled by hedges and trees
its water gloomy and
Bewildering this land, just now in green,
All yesterdays long hidden under-scene.
Seen of the
The yuletide card to paint,
A blanket drapes the landscape.
Clouds above lowering and laden, so
Snowdrop, tulip, daffodil and crocus.
Your colours coax dull lenses to focus.
Rain often drenched
You saved a bee ... that said so much to me.
Drowsy, dry and debilitated the bee lay on the
Hush, be still, let sweet air nostrils fill.
Trees beseech, Oak, Sycamore, Birch and Beech.